Chapter Eighty Expectation, Xiao Bi

  A long rainbow, bursting through the sky and disappearing into the distance.

  Tianyunzi and Xinmoulao's ultimate showdown beneath the Primordial Infant ended in silence.

  In an instant, a rainbow light flashed, and Shen Zhaoxuan, Ning Feng, Chen Ximiao, and Shu Bailian suddenly appeared out of thin air, with the Water Cloud Pavilion in front of them.

  "Finally... I'm back."

  Ning Feng couldn't help but feel a sense of relief, having only stayed for a few days, after rushing around outside and returning here, he still felt a kind of relaxation that came with coming home.

  Compared to him, Shu Bairong was excited all over, looking around left and right, his hands and feet had nowhere to put, taking deep breaths one after another, as if he wanted to absorb the abundant spiritual energy here until it was completely dry.

  He stood not far from the pond, his shadow reflected in the water, and the fish thought they had a customer and came out one by one. After waiting for half a day and seeing that he didn't move, the fish spat bubbles at him, seemingly disdainful, and then sank down.

  "This little fish isn't afraid of people."

  Shu Bailin came back to his senses and awkwardly changed the subject.

  Ning Feng didn't have the heart to care about him, after the feeling of going home passed, he suddenly remembered the previous topic and hastily asked: "Shixiong, this Huo Huang flag..."

  "How did it end up with me?"

  He spoke in a tone of voice, subconsciously imitating Tianyunzi's movements, rubbing his hands on the flagpole.

  A clean and unparalleled feeling, completely different from the turbid feeling when I was in the hands of Heart Demon old man before.

  Intimate, quite intimate.

  The wind was blowing gently, and I could feel the flag fluttering as if it were breathing, with a spiritual quality to it. It was cheering and jumping up and down like a small cat or dog, rubbing against me affectionately.

  "This is a magic tool, not a spiritual one?"

  He glanced at the Qixi ring quietly hanging on Chen Xiwu's wrist. He felt that it was still full of spiritual movement.

  "It is indeed an extraordinary device, and cannot be discussed in ordinary terms. It does not fall under the categories of dharmayana, linga or dharma-treasures."

  While feeling this unprecedented uniqueness, Ning Feng looked at Shen Zhaoxuan, waiting for his response.

  Shen Zhaoxuan fell silent for a moment, and he himself didn't notice that his hand had been stroking the bamboo slip, its gesture almost identical to Tianyunzi's.

  Just then, just as Ning Feng thought Shen Zhaoxuan wouldn't respond, he spoke up:

  "Junior brother, our master had two great wishes in his lifetime."

  "Firstly: The Sun's method has been passed down;"

  Two: Retrieve the Tianyun Peak inheritance divine ability: "Plucking Stars".

  Shen Zhaoxuan looked at Ning Feng and said with profound meaning: "The reason why Master passed down the Taiyang Method to you, Junior Brother, is that Master was deeply comforted by this. This must be why he gave you the Huo Huang Flag."

  "Huh?"

  Ning Feng's eyebrows rose slightly as she vaguely grasped the meaning behind Shen Zhaoxuan's words.

  "My master was delighted for me to learn the Taiyang method and fulfilled one of his wishes, so..."

  He thought more and more clearly, a look of sudden realization floating on his face: "Master, he hopes that I can regain my divine power: picking stars, and fulfill his second wish."

  Shen Zhaoxuan noticed Ning Feng's expression, and nodded slightly, saying: "Younger brother, I shouldn't have spoken too much. After all, Master didn't tell you, he didn't want you to feel too much pressure."

  "This... " He pointed at the banner with his hand, "is just a vision of our Master."

  "It's just a divine connection: the Star Plucking involves an old grudge of our Tianyun Sect, and Master has been harboring it for many years. As your senior brother, I also hope that you can retrieve 'Star Plucking' and resolve Master's knot."

  Shen Zhaoxuan stopped at that, not saying anything more. As his words fell, he patted Ning Feng's shoulder and turned to leave: "I'll go ahead first, brother. You've had a hard journey, take good care of yourself."

  "Farewell, senior fellow disciple."

  The wind gently waved goodbye, watching Shen Zhaoxuan's back disappear from view, as if suddenly enlightened.

  "Master, senior fellow disciples, they are all treating dead horses as if they were alive."

  "Divine Communication: Since the Star Plucking Technique cannot be retrieved, it means that even with the entire power of the Sun God Temple, there is still not a single clue. Otherwise, even if we turned the world upside down and searched through billions of miles, following the temple's way of doing things, it would be impossible to let the inheritance of Divine Communication be lost."

  "In other words, it's not an issue of ability, but rather an issue of opportunity."

  Ning Feng shook his head, a bitter smile on his face, with a feeling of two mountains heavily pressing down on his shoulders.

  "My master and senior brother, how did they think I would have such great fortune, placing such heavy hopes on me?"

  "Is it just because I inherited the Sun's Law?"

  Ning Feng himself couldn't help but laugh.

  A person, thinking and thinking, suddenly laughed, this situation was a bit strange, Chen Xiangwei and Shu Bailian both looked sideways.

  "Goodbye, I'm leaving."

  Chen Xiwei took off the Qixi ring and played with it in her hand, suddenly raised her head, and glanced at Ning Feng.

  Ning Feng was taken aback by her gaze, how could her eyes be so sharp and piercing, as if inviting him, yet provoking him at the same time.

  "In half a month, don't disappoint me."

  "I'll wait for you on the highest stage."

  Chen Xiwei finished speaking and didn't wait for Ning Feng to respond, turning around and leaving, only raising the hand holding the Qixi ring behind him as a gesture of farewell.

  "What does it mean half a month later?"

  Ning Feng shouted at her back several times, Chen Xiwei seemed to have not heard, and thought she wouldn't respond. Just as she was about to walk far away, her clear voice was carried by the wind:

  "Contemporary disciples, entering the small comparison at the same time, also ushered in the day of selecting new outer door disciples for the Temple of Gods."

  "Hmm..."

  Ning Feng's first thought was: "Did I snatch a new Soul Realm?"

  The thought had barely flashed through his mind when he subconsciously looked around, seeing that aside from the dazed and confused Shu Baili beside him, there was no one else. Only then did he relax.

  That idea is quite disrespectful, the Sun God Temple's Seven Sects' illustrious reputation, how could it be snatched? It must be that after "doing something", they would "take care of it on their behalf" or obtain spoils of war.

  Shaking his head, Ning Feng shook out the increasingly absurd thoughts from his mind.

  It wasn't until then that he remembered the main topic, and when he looked up again, Chen Xiwei had already walked far away, not even leaving a shadow behind.

  "Little comparison..."

  Ning Feng's face turned bitter as he recalled a scene from over three years ago.

  At that time, he was just a newly selected outer door disciple of the Temple of Gods. After the initiation ceremony ended, a group of young men surrounded him in a circle, staring at the disciples of the Temple of Gods competing on stage.

  Ning Feng admitted that at that time he was very envious and wished he could replace him and be one of them.

  It's just now that it's happened to myself, and no matter how I think about it, I feel like I'm in a monkey show.

  Because of the resistance in his subconsciousness, Ning Feng had completely forgotten this day.

  "Wait, is she challenging me?"

  "Why must girls always be so stubborn and strong-willed?"

  Ning Feng was somewhat frustrated and slightly amused.

  Over the past three years, he had been on and off with Chen Xiwei, and he could somewhat understand her thoughts. Although in terms of actual strength, Chen Xiwei was actually above him, but after all, she was still saved by him yesterday.

  It was precisely because of this that Chen Ximiao had the idea of having a good fight with him.

  "Am I winning or not?"

  "This is a problem."

  If Ning Feng's troubles were to be made known to Chen Xi Wei, with her temperament, a frosty face would be the least of it.

  "Never mind, let's talk about it later."

  He didn't think of a good solution, so he simply stopped thinking about it and turned around to head towards Shuiyunjian.

  He stepped into the pool, and a fish swam out from under his feet, carrying him with a splash of water, playing in the water on one side, thinking about going to the center of the lake.

  "Ah, Ning Ge, and me, and me, don't forget old Shu!"

  The mournful cry of the curlew came from the shore, like an abandoned child, smelling sad and listening to tears.

  Ning Feng was taken aback for a moment, and when he came to his senses, everyone had already boarded the island in the middle of the lake, and the building was right in front of him.

  Looking back, I only see a hundred spirits jumping on the shore, wanting to step into the water but not daring to, which is quite amusing.

  Ning Feng felt a bit embarrassed, he had really forgotten about this person.

  "What should I do?"

  Shu Bailin's voice was trembling with sobs.

  Ning Feng smiled and pointed towards the southeast direction, saying loudly: "Old Shu, go in that direction, not far from here is a village called Xian Xin Village, it will be your place of rest from now on."

  "Day after tomorrow? Settled?"

  Shu Bailin's quick-witted person immediately grasped the key point, and with a trembling voice shouted: "Ning Geer, your meaning is... your meaning is..."

  His expression was so agitated and nervous, as if he feared that his conjecture would be denied when spoken out loud, and he couldn't bear the blow.

  "Lao Shu, I'll pass on the procedures for attaching followers, and when I return, I'll ask my senior brother to handle it."

  "You go and rest."

  Ning Feng smiled slightly and said what Shu Bailin wanted to hear most.

  "Haha...so good!"

  Shu Bailin was so excited that he did a backflip on the spot and landed with another one, flipping his way towards Xianxin Village.

  "Thank you, brother Ning, for helping me fulfill my wish. Now I can die in peace."

  Filled with joyful voices accompanied by the afterimage of a comfortable somersault, it passed by and disappeared into the thicket.

  "It seems like there's a rock over there..."

  Ning Feng smiled as he watched the scene unfold, and just as an idea had formed in his mind, he raised his hand to remind them, but before he could speak, a pained "Ah" came from the bushes.

  "Whatever..."

  Ning Feng shook his head and smiled wryly, entered the Water Cloud Interval to tidy up a bit, then came out again, heading straight for the Tian Yun Peak.

  "Let's go home and take a look, I don't know how father is doing?"

  "What's going on again during this time?"

  Ning Feng thought of his own old father, both warm and headache.